MORN................6 Thou'lt rise to morrow morn. Ancyent Marinere V He kneels at morn and noon and eve -- Ancyent Marinere VII He rose the morrow morn. Ancyent Marinere VII And rose and lily for the sabbath morn? Female Vagrant At morn my sick heart hunger scarcely stung, Female Vagrant One morn we stroll'd on our dry walk, Anecdote for Fathers
MORNING.............7 Like morning frosts yspread; Ancyent Marinere IV At night, at morning, and at noon, Goody Blake Now that our morning meal is done, Lines near my House Make haste, your morning task resign; Lines near my House The morning sun shone bright and warm; Anecdote for Fathers The morning that must wed them both; The Thorn One morning thus, by Esthwaite lake, Expostulation
MORROW..............3 Thou'lt rise to morrow morn. Ancyent Marinere V He rose the morrow morn. Ancyent Marinere VII He went complaining all the morrow Goody Blake
MORSEL..............1 Nor morsel to my mouth that day did lift, Female Vagrant
MORTAL..............1 Remote from man, and storms of mortal care, Female Vagrant
MOSS...............11 It is the moss, that wholly hides Ancyent Marinere VII And hung with heavy tufts of moss, The Thorn A beauteous heap, a hill of moss, The Thorn This heap of earth o'ergrown with moss, The Thorn This pond and beauteous hill of moss, The Thorn "And what's the hill of moss to her? The Thorn Beneath that hill of moss so fair. The Thorn I've heard the scarlet moss is red The Thorn But then the beauteous hill of moss The Thorn Beneath that hill of moss so fair. The Thorn With heavy tufts of moss, that strive The Thorn
MOSS-GROWN..........1 Beside their moss-grown hut of clay, Simon Lee
MOSSES..............2 He found a baby wrapt in mosses, lined Foster-Mother Up from the earth these mosses creep, The Thorn
MOSSY...............4 That piled these stones, and with the mossy sod Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Come, we will rest on this old mossy Bridge! Nightingale Beside a brook in mossy forest-dell Nightingale And mossy network too is there, The Thorn
MOST...............15 "His great bright eye most silently Ancyent Marinere VI A pretty boy, but most unteachable -- Foster-Mother "Most musical, most melancholy" Nightingale "Most musical, most melancholy" Nightingale And youths and maidens most poetical Nightingale A most gentle maid Nightingale In most distressful mood (some inward pain Nightingale Suspends his sobs, and laughs most silently, Nightingale In Want's most lonely cave till death to pine, Female Vagrant Most innocent, perhaps -- and what if guilty? Dungeon And Betty's most especial charge, Idiot Boy With many a most diverting thing, Idiot Boy Even he, of cattle the most mild, Idiot Boy A most delightful tale pursuing! Idiot Boy A most strange something did I see; Forsaken Indian
MOTHER.............12 (Heaven's mother send us grace) Ancyent Marinere III O my dear Mother! this strange man has left me Foster-Mother She gazes idly! -- But that entrance, Mother! Foster-Mother Close by my mother in their native bowers: Female Vagrant Seized their joint prey, the mother and the child! Female Vagrant "Dwell near them with my mother." We Are Seven A little lamb, and then its mother! Last of the Flock For I thy own dear mother am. Mad Mother There's not a mother, no not one, Idiot Boy "Oh! what a wretched mother I!" Idiot Boy "You look round on your mother earth, Expostulation A woman who was not thy mother. Forsaken Indian
MOTHER'S............3 "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, We Are Seven About its mother's heart, and brought The Thorn Thou art thy mother's only joy; Mad Mother
MOTION.............10 We stuck, ne breath ne motion, Ancyent Marinere II With a short uneasy motion -- Ancyent Marinere V With a short uneasy motion. Ancyent Marinere V Ne sound ne motion made: Ancyent Marinere VI The wind, that shade nor motion made, Ancyent Marinere VI And to that motion tune his wanton song, Nightingale But the least motion which they made, Lines in Early Spring And the motion unsettles a tear; Convict And even the motion of our human blood Tintern Abbey A motion and a spirit, that impels Tintern Abbey
